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A question was asked of me the other day, to which I had no answer. I'm starting to get one, but in truth I have no concrete explanation for what was asked.
The question was, "Why do you work so much?"
The answer initally led me to give my normal answer: I need money. But before I had time to blurt that out, I realized, I don't need the money. Many of my friends are gone at their schools, and I only see a few of the ones that remain here. My car has been paid off for a while, I don't have my cell phone, and no outstanding bills. The more I work, the less I go out, the less I spend, the less I need the money. I guess it's a catch 22 (props to Bret).
So what drives me to go to work? I hate doing school work. I dread going there. But for some reason, going to my job isn't terrible. Actually, I'm kind of excited when I get to go. I think I've developed into a workaholic. I go in on my days off, spend a good chunk of my free time with co-workers, and never turn down a call in. In the past four weeks, I've worked about 163 hours. There are 168 hours in a week. About one quarter of my time is spent in Bed Bath & Beyond, and to me that doesn't seem wrong.
My life has begun to revolve around work, and a social life means I will lose sleep. As a matter of fact, a few buddies just asked me to meet them at Denny's in a few minutes (12:30am) so I guess I'll have to continue this later. Strangely, I'll be up for school at 6:15am, out the door at 7:00am, straight classes from 8:00am-1:00pm, then I go to work from 3:00pm to 11:30pm. This should be interesting...
The question was, "Why do you work so much?"
The answer initally led me to give my normal answer: I need money. But before I had time to blurt that out, I realized, I don't need the money. Many of my friends are gone at their schools, and I only see a few of the ones that remain here. My car has been paid off for a while, I don't have my cell phone, and no outstanding bills. The more I work, the less I go out, the less I spend, the less I need the money. I guess it's a catch 22 (props to Bret).
So what drives me to go to work? I hate doing school work. I dread going there. But for some reason, going to my job isn't terrible. Actually, I'm kind of excited when I get to go. I think I've developed into a workaholic. I go in on my days off, spend a good chunk of my free time with co-workers, and never turn down a call in. In the past four weeks, I've worked about 163 hours. There are 168 hours in a week. About one quarter of my time is spent in Bed Bath & Beyond, and to me that doesn't seem wrong.
My life has begun to revolve around work, and a social life means I will lose sleep. As a matter of fact, a few buddies just asked me to meet them at Denny's in a few minutes (12:30am) so I guess I'll have to continue this later. Strangely, I'll be up for school at 6:15am, out the door at 7:00am, straight classes from 8:00am-1:00pm, then I go to work from 3:00pm to 11:30pm. This should be interesting...